Re: I DON'T SMILE ANYMORE by longships	1-Aug-02/2:45 PM
horus8 golden cue-tio award recipient. congrats..this is a moving verse like meditations in green, or the quiet american. you really took me there. iam humbled your 'hoof' led a good life it will leave it's imprint deep in the soilk
Re: BURNHAM BEECHES by longships	1-Aug-02/2:48 PM
Without the tree? how can we build the long-ship? h
Re: Internet Prisoner by avwiz71	1-Aug-02/2:52 PM
take your glasses off..crack your fingers..make a little lunch.go outside. get a lap top. BUT QUIT E-MAILING MY GIRLFRIEND SMUTZZ. or you will recieve not "the plains of africa" but the "gates into the gobi desert" capeeshT
Re: BURNHAM BEECHES by longships	1-Aug-02/3:21 PM
well yeah but..to mold the boat out of steel and fiberglass also takes trees. for framing and modeling prior to pouring, and the process of melting metals also couln't be done without trees. <now don't get me wrong i'm not saying do a madagascar> or anything, but i'm also not condoning killing beatifull old trees. i'm just saying the lesser of the two evils is better then both evils. que no??
Re: BURNHAM BEECHES by longships	1-Aug-02/3:26 PM
you meant 'steel' right..right, don't steal my coasters or make me smelt steel..see how easy that is. bueno!t
regarding some deleted poem...	1-Aug-02/3:32 PM
great setup. haunty mood. why stop?
Re: Thinkin! by KezzY20	1-Aug-02/3:56 PM
soft supple dreamy everything DA hates this one is okay though it's honest.l
Re: My purple headed womb ferret by ==Doylum	1-Aug-02/4:01 PM
my yellow submarine gives your purple ferret das' boot'..naw that's a funny little poem..i lift my leg and pee on your toe it gets into your hangnail and kills spores..you can thank me later
Re: Things Are Going to be Different Next Year by JanieDoe	1-Aug-02/5:06 PM
fictional. as is the space between your ears. but if there were such places i'm sure that they would have a strict dress code and caste system not to mention big bull dykes waiting at the door to push you back into the streets and behind a freshly painted dumpster..to train your carpet. to wrinkle your skirt. but for a mere 6,000 dollars a year you can be shuttled in from any location and pampered like a princess. Who knows..take the idea and build one in your back yard..and don't worry i found part 5 at about 12:45 today.it's all good .thanks.toodle lous a
Re: Morphine Cherries of August by horus8	1-Aug-02/5:26 PM
listen douche fuck..it happened to be an accident..the cops have sealed the file..it was a suicide okay..not a homocide.. big difference.trailer.stilts.foodstamp.cars littering the front yard got you down call 1-800-red-neck to learn the art of the "slip and fall" accident. or "how to burn down your trailer and live to collect the money" both excellent reads you fuck key word hygene.listerine.kerosene.vaseline
regarding some deleted poem...	1-Aug-02/5:51 PM
riveting..a masterpiece..cats by andrew loyd webber...really though..how come you no share.that not fair.pee pee bare.i show them my pee and ride upon the jaguar until mogli and blue take a tab or two..only then will king louie show us how much fruit he can realistically juggle in the jungle in good faith..dude what the fuck am i rambling on about? oh.. yeah about...mescaline..MESCALINE! hooray!w
Re: Bottom on the heath by ==Doylum	1-Aug-02/8:33 PM
Fuckkkkkklkkkk.,.i totally fumbled plains of africa part 7 ..it erased fuckkkkk.. it was great...it was perfect..it had taripin turtles and the cross eyed heynna and everything fuckkkkkk.and heron and fish and beak shit fuck now i gotta go play piano, but me memory is sharp and when i come back you are getting it!just for you ..you are gonna luv it so i'll leave you with part 1 and 2 in the meantime(1) the rhino shits.its early in the morning as the sun begins to strike the hard green dew soaked plains under Killimanjaro. the hulking beast turns and hesitantly sniffs it's piled shit. the turdpack steams.a gazelle leaps quietly through the high grass. the rhino turns and lumbers off. his horn is up. his "hoof" trot high. the rhino squats low in the shade of the cypress..the lion pride stares and licks lips. rhino falls asleep with shit on heel. fly on horn tip.tail whips slow. o
Re: Bottom on the heath by ==Doylum	3-Aug-02/5:45 PM
that's where he put's the erased comments. the bottom of the heath. DA is a commenting burying basard, he makes it look like i'm dingy and talking to myself cuz the dark one removes his from inbetween. let us break wet wind in his study. not that he has ever studied anything other than little buy bottoms and dr. suess, upside down and upon his potty chair. poo on you two
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Aug-02/5:51 PM
what are you on x, or have you just been not getting. i mean come on i just woke up! for the luv of juno's peacocks! love? love? love is like kfc they sell it out of a window in a bucket, and they always forget the fucking napkins
Re: I Hate You by mytenderrage	3-Aug-02/6:07 PM
highschool? coffee? austin?????? here quick cure for both the raven and the chalupa. tequila, kurt vonnegut. descriptive life experiences. name a character! fuck anything, because this piece is beyond aroma therapy..i ..mean it's fine for an envelope band a stamp. mail it to the cockstretcher if you like. it would work if you told the reader interesting tid bits to keep ,them going, give them a reason to love you and hate him. this is not your journal it is a forum, so fight with wit or suck moose tit(you'll be fine water off the back of the swallow, duck, pigeon,whatever) use detail, power words an unusual stucture a metaphor a simile an oxymoron.ahhhh.drink.smoke. eat with the pigs. learn how they speak then show them your hoof and they will listen, but you must speak pig. vine.swine toast. ufo
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Aug-02/9:25 PM
hey..da..i was just snorting a line of special k and reading this rancid spartan ass worshipping rhetoric..and now i'm laughing and the straw is all crammed up in my nose and the blood is all over my keyboard..and i feel really good..and really IN CONTROL and and..what the fuck was i talking about? oh yeah spartan camp fire songs come on every booooody sing with me follow the bouncing ball... to earl shots toyota of riverside. were we have exciting deals on new cars. hooray.i'm stoned we are all poem toting demi sops. has anyone seen my car keys? 8...
Re: Deck's Tavern by Ombre	3-Aug-02/9:39 PM
vivid. could be compressed a little to lose a couple of ornamental paragraphs, also watch out for word reppitition. for instance. hell.stared. i think that if you found a couple of more compelling words involving some of these characters. ears honed. eyes void of spirit.cock eye laughs for the fanged vagina. her nail aren't red man their crimson, not pointy all the time, but sometimes staleto tipped. well anyway i liked it. give you a 8. hardboiled.entrails.gouda cheese.herring moon pie. good bye!
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Aug-02/9:47 PM
what no birdshit..cuz..every time i'm in that same situation..the bird always ALWAYS SHITS RIGHT ON MY HEAD or even better on my dates head
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Aug-02/10:27 PM
my shorties? (kid) just cuz you can't have baby's ever since Mrs.devlins cockerspaniel gave you the scrotismal equinox with his fourty mile an hour head butt (odd dog, doesn't bite) (head butts) doesn't give you the know how, too know how. Micahs fine, we have a wonder full home life. i try to spend as much time around the house playing music or writing to give him an idea of what i do..so that he becomes interested at a young age in the things and art and literature of this world that i happen to occupy currently and care about, and as far as the drugs and alchohol are concerned, that's what my venice beach studio and laptop are for.besides..i live it,i just don't write about it from the perspective of an outsider. i like to mingle with my objectives and goals..you know, get my hands dirty, but there is a time and a place for everything, and a balance. his mother is the pillar of normalitty that allows me to be so insane and spontaneous, she doesn't smoke drink or even fucking cuss, and i don't behave that way in front of them. i wait for the stage, or a film project(acting role) to come along and then i get to submerge into what it is i truly love doing. telling good fucking storys through music writing or acting, but i never, would subject my sireling to any of my debaucheries.he's being potty trained for preschool anyway he doesn't like shakespeare and frank zappa. he's a teletubbies, and blues clues kinda a lad. but rest assured settle he is well groomed and behaved and blocked from all of daddy's evils. i have more hyde then jeckle, and if you're in my neck of the woods soon let me know we'll put you up in the guest house. it has pinball AND foosball and the futan. plus i like to cook
Re: Final Goodbye by psychedelic	4-Aug-02/12:12 AM
now that's what i call communicating